[oh no, he's said too much, hasn't he? bit late for backpedaling, unfortunately, so sizhui just holds his breath instead, clenches his fingers tight around the fabric of his robes. had they gotten wires crossed? it really did seem like ‘important’ meant something in particular—
his own lips are pressed tight while he waits, patient as ever, attention still shyly turned away until jin ling's hands raise. he blinks, spares them a glance then reaches the hand off his chest and gently touches the arm nearest to him.]
I'm sorry if I've overstepped, but... it's the truth.
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his own lips are pressed tight while he waits, patient as ever, attention still shyly turned away until jin ling's hands raise. he blinks, spares them a glance then reaches the hand off his chest and gently touches the arm nearest to him.]
I'm sorry if I've overstepped, but... it's the truth.